In a side room of an abandoned building on the edge of a city Lucy Saxon didn't know the name of, she hunched further into herself, shivering as she wrapped her ratty cloak tight around her body. It was ragged and dirty, probably one of the nastiest things Lucy had ever worn in her life, but after a day or two on Woman Wept- if that was what this
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'It would seem so,' she said with a small, wry smile. 'I'd certainly be making a hash of showering if I was attempting to do so out in the hallway fully clothed.'
Inclining her head slightly, she swept past the Doctor into the wardrobe room, where she found a bench along one wall, one of the places that remarkably wasn't hidden by clothes. A clear space on the floor was cluttered with what looked like bits of an iPod, as well as circuits and boards and bits of technology Lucy couldn't hope to understand. She tipped her chin up at him, partially curious and partially just wanting something to say.
'Keeping yourself busy, I see,' she commented.
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